Finish

We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting

by Charles Bukowski

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It takes a genius to fit so much meaning into so little words - love it - so true. SG
Perhaps with a summer of patient sun, both roses would bloom. Perhaps transplanting them into a sunnier place would do the trick.